Chapter 3: The Secret of Faye Nase
I didn't know how long I stared at the screen— at the uploaded picture. At first, I thought everyone would find it peculiar, but after seeing all the comments, I realized that whoever posted the picture is just one of the hundred people who hate Kier. Some said it was good that an entitled nobody and sexual predator had just died and that Elton High School would be a little cleaner and safer now that he's gone. But, among all of the comments I've seen, this one seemed to be from one of Kier's victims...
Scarlet_88: I'll see him in hell, too. And I'll show him how I laughed at his death as to how he laughed while I screamed.
...and I think I knew who she was.
I have seen the video Kier uploaded this afternoon, and hearing how he giggles while the girl involuntarily takes off her clothes makes me want to peel him off alive. The girl in the video is Mary, one of my friends. She's the school's cheerleading captain and Jyo's step-sister. As far as I know, their bond is nowhere near the word close, but I knew for sure that Jyo and Kier's feud was rooted in her when Mary suddenly dated Kier. Everyone was surprised when Kier proudly announced that Mary and he were dating as if he was showing off the achievement of having the most beautiful girl in school as his girlfriend. It felt weird because Mary never really seemed interested in him at all. Later on, I discovered why— Kier has been keeping a sex tape, which he threatens to send to Mary's dad if she refuses to do whatever he says. And no. I don't think Jyo knows anything about it...
Kier have had sexually assaulted many girls in school, and most of them are scholars. He chose them because he knew they were poor, voiceless, and powerless. After all, unlike the other students from wealthy and influential families, they won't stand a chance against him. However, Mary was the only exception to his victims. She came from a rich and influential family, but she's a rebel against her dad and swears that she doesn't need him.
I obtained all of this information from the community, and yes! I tried to bring every disgusting thing that's been happening inside this group to the surface— a hundred, or maybe, a thousand times. However, I'm scared about everything that might happen if I did.
The EHS UNDERGROUND FILES is an underground community where bullies from inside the school trade and post bullying, r*pe, and prank videos for fun. Everyone here uses an alias to hide their identities, and upon entering, there's this one golden rule you must not violate— whatever circulates here stays here.
It has been the boxing ring of all bullies and their victims. No one knows who founded this community, but everyone sure is maximizing their freedom in expressing their hate towards someone. I didn't know how I ended up here. All that I know, is that I am dying to see how much the students of Elton High School who are victims of bullying are suffering. I entered this because I thought that I could be of help to anyone, but it turned out that no one inside this community needed me.
I remember how horrified I was when I first saw a suicide video posted by a user with the alias Clover_01. His face, when he hangs himself, is still haunting me 'til today, and it makes me regret the decision to be a part of this. I shouldn't have joined. I should've stayed clueless, so I won't have to see such a dirty side of society. I have no idea how many of Elton High School's students are a part of this community, but I'm sure it's more than half of the population.
Soon, the clock struck 45 past 6, and the alarm I had set up rang. That's when I finally decided to throw my phone at the side of my bed and get up. I need to prepare dinner before Dad gets home, so I sat up and started taking off my school uniform, then tied my hair up in a messy bun after getting dressed in an oversized yellow shirt and a pajama.
I walked down the grand— yet old— staircase and went to the kitchen, three meters west of the spacious living room where a massive family portrait of my mother, father, and I hangs. It was a beautiful portrait painted by my mother during the early days of their marriage, but now it looks like nothing but a piece of junk hanging on the massive stained wall of the living room.
As I walk past the old couch in the living room, I remember the old days when this house used to be lively and colorful. Those were the times when I used to call this place home, and I knew for a fact that those days are long gone now. This place looks disgusting— a mess, like a replicated hell.
I can still hear my mom's screams echoing in all corners of the house as if her soul's still stuck here, suffering the same pain over and over again. But I knew that the voices that I hear are all just in my head. Maybe that was the reason why I'm still standing today, fighting...and surviving.
The sight of the kitchen made me clench my fist hard. Like any other part of the house, it's a mess. The only difference is that there are empty bottles of alcohol everywhere as well as stinky vomit which almost made me throw up in disgust. I had to tip-toe while covering my nose just to get to the other side of the kitchen where the supplies are kept, and to my absolute luck, we're almost out of rice supply. There wasn't much stuff in the kitchen cupboard when I opened it. I forgot to buy groceries on my way home because I got too occupied this afternoon, and I won't feel any better unless I blame the deceased Kier and his mortal enemy, Jyo. Thanks to them, I'll have rice and sardines for dinner.
I let out a deep sigh before I lazily took the remaining two cans of sardines and placed them above the sink. I guess I'll have to do some magic to turn this into something a little fancier for my picky father.
I cooked two cups of rice with the rice cooker and then started hunting for any veggies available on the crisper but found nothing. We're completely out of supplies, and these two cans of sardines are the only thing that is left.
"Great!" I said with pure sarcasm and then slapped my forehead in frustration. I guess I'll have to pray for my luck tonight.
I took the time to clean the kitchen as I waited for the rice to be ready. I took all of the empty bottles outside and mopped the vomit-covered floor. If I were the 12-year-old me, I would cry. I've been suffering the same shit for six years now. I'm more than used to it.
"Faye!"
I stopped what I was doing when I heard his voice coming from the front door. He sounded drunk, and it was as if he was calling my name not because he wanted to make sure that I was already home but because he needs me. However, I pretended not to hear him. I continued mopping the floor until he came lurching to the kitchen.
"Are you deaf?" he asked with hints of annoyance. I lazily glanced in his direction and saw how he struggled to keep a steady stance. "Don't you hear me calling you from over there?" Then he pointed out the living room, which was supposed to be the front door.
"I was busy mopping the floor," I replied, trying not to sound cold or anything similar to not give him any reason to get started.
Dad didn't say anything and just gave me a peculiar glare as he sat on the table, so I put the mop aside and went to turn off the rice cooker. I opened the canned sardines and put them in a bowl. I've lost the appetite, so I guess I'll go straight to bed after serving his dinner. I don't have anything to do tomorrow, anyway.
I was trying to let this night pass peacefully, but maybe that's wishful thinking. I almost drop the plate when I felt Dad behind me, snaking his arms around my waist and sniffing my hair like an animal.
"You smell nice, Faye," he whispered and then planted a soft kiss on my nape. "Hmm"
Disgusted as I always was, I thoughtlessly pushed him away and carelessly put the plate down. I took two steps back while looking down because I don't want him to see how my eyes tear up because of him.
"I forgot to do something," I said without looking at him. "I'm heading upstairs. Call me once you're finished eating."
I didn't wait for him to say anything and turned around to leave. I wanted to run, but I couldn't afford to show him that I am still the fragile daughter he used to have. I want to show him that I can do something to protect myself now, that I am no longer his victim.
My tears fell rapidly one after another when I reached the door of my room. I immediately went inside and locked the door close behind me. My hand trembled, and all of a sudden, my legs lost their strength. I fell, sitting on the floor, crying in fear.
Outside and in school, I am the invincible captain of the SSC. I am the epitome of a perfect student with a perfect life. But in reality, I am a victim of my own father.
I am Faye Nase, and this is my secret.
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